Yesterday we went looking for the Spring.

Finding only catkins blowing in the breeze which was ominously easterly.

Deep breath — one sneeze.

No yellow stars twinkling in the hedgerow —

ranunculi, the true harbinger of Spring — keeping their heads down.

We’re not there yet! We awake to 8 inches of snow. The fine stuff that clings to the trees who flex their sinews as you pass to dump it on your head — it’s their only pleasure.

Scenery, unrelieved by scarlet berries

Long ago eaten by hungry birds but not long to go now

It’s starting to drip!